the days are
filled with
wedding dresses
and baby names,
and yet
the cement at my feet
leaves me
a worried observer.
throw a gift at me: anything,
just make the world shake
a bit.
i need a jackhammer
but will
settle for
a sewing needle,
as long
as my hands can move
to free me.
2 comments:
ah! I love this one.
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